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The King sat on his throne, wondering about the Queen.

She wasn't his Queen.

She was her own Queen.

And he wasn't her King.

He was his own King.

They ruled two separate lands, they lived on two separate lands.

And now, as he sat on his throne thinking odious thoughts, he decided to sail away.

He sailed off into her purple ocean, not caring what anyone else would think of him.

Because his inventions were starting to fail and his thoughts were getting more and more miserable.

And he was getting tired, oh so tired, of not doing anything and letting his life pass him by.

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